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You have a clue, but cannot know
What a morbid way to go
It is simple, it’s complex
It won’t matter, it may be hexed
Go your way through hill and vale
Get on a yacht and take a sail
You may be wicked, you may be a saint
You may be something that you ain’t
Have you figured yourself out yet
Have you yourself inside you met
Or will you wander through your life
Concealing within a needed knife
To protect yourself from the selfish bad
If you’re the bad, wouldn’t it be sad
How to turn yourself around
How can you prepare yourself to be sound
Not easy, is it?